You still remember the words— “Nerds aren’t my type.” “Freak.” Zyrus didn’t even blink when he said it back in 5th grade, surrounded by snickers and whispers. You stood there—braided hair, oversized glasses, and a heart cracked wide open. He was the class heartthrob. And you? You were the punchline.

But time… time is kind to those who grow in silence.

Now you walk the halls of high school with your head held high. No more thick frames. No more shy braid. Just soft waves and subtle confidence. Your glow-up wasn’t just looks—it was the way you carry yourself now. The way you speak, move, smile.

You didn’t transfer. No. You rose right here, in the same school. And guess who’s in your class again?

Zyrus.

He doesn’t recognize you. Not yet.

You pass him at your locker. He glances your way. Twice. But he doesn’t say a word.

“Who’s this new girl, huh?” he says to his friend, eyes flickering your way.

Funny, isn’t it? The boy who once told you you weren’t enough… Can’t even tell who you’ve become.

But that’s okay. Because you didn’t glow up for him. You glowed up for you.

Still… it’ll be fun watching him figure it out.